Spooning.

It's an art form, it really is.

Matching your form to fit the other person's like life-size puzzle pieces; Fantastic. Arm over the torso, mouth on neck, leg over leg...Mingling body parts come together to form a single verb; Spooning. You find someone that fits your spoon and for those 2.3 minutes after sex(This is assuming he/she/you won't be staying over for the night), everything is chill...Calm...At peace. Body temperatures match, breathing becomes one, and time slows down. The ideal spooning scenario.

How it usually goes, however, is completely the opposite...

They're somehow able to give off an immense amount of heat. This borders UV rays. Sometimes a kick to the shin or a jerk of the head to make it uncomfortable. Your partners breathing quickens because, I can only guess, they have heart attacks in their sleep. Or they take 2 huge, over exaggerated deep breaths in the span of a minute and a half. Her legs make random movements, or her hair is in my face, or her stupid fucking dog is eating my ear...She's weezing and refuses to turn on the fan, knowing damn well that's how I sleep. Her pillows have giant fucking rocks in them and she likes to have on two blankets because it's summer and she likes to sweat it out or something. And then after sweating it out she wants me to go down, fuck that. AND HER FUCKING DOG IS STILL EATING MY GOD DAMN EARLOBE AND SHE WANTS TO TALK ABOUT WHY I DON'T WANT A RELATIONSHIP AND I JUST WANT TO SLEEP AND...

Sorry...Went off a bit there.

All in all, spooning is important, to me that is.